Stunna

[Intro]
Doomshop, motherfucka

[Verse]
O— Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do
I'm gonna keep up all my shit, you know the Freddie never lose
Got the hoes in the back, matter of fact, I keep a gat
I just say it every song, I see you when you alone
It's a callout to the bitch talking all that silly shit
I'm a boss mane, chicken things, why you acting crazy, mane?
Ooh, I got it in my backpack now
Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound
"Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes"
What the fuck I'm looking at now? Where the fuck my knife?
That thing use perception, got to put this shit together
Fuck that old man, fuck that weather

[Chorus]
Step up to the plate, you know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexin' on these bitches, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch

Step up to the plate, you know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexin' on these bitches, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch